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✨This Chapter Is Dedicated To My Close Friend Aoife Happy Birthday Hun 🥺❤️✨

~ New Character (Trey) Above~

Akira POV

I I woke up with a stretch, my body still heavy with sleep. As I blinked away the drowsiness, I looked down to find Ciel nestled against me, his head buried in my chest. His arms were wrapped tightly around my waist, as if he were afraid I'd disappear in my sleep. His breathing was steady, peaceful. I smiled softly, but the pressure in my bladder quickly snapped me out of my admiration.

I shifted slightly, trying to pry his arms off me, but he only tightened his grip. "Ciel," I whispered, poking his cheek. He murmured something incoherent, barely stirring. "I have to pee," I insisted. With a groggy groan, he loosened his arms and rolled onto his side, curling into a ball. I paused, watching him. It was rare to see a guy sleep like that. He looked... soft. Almost cute. Shaking my head at the sight, I finally slipped out of bed and hurried to the bathroom.

The warm water of the shower was a welcome relief, washing away the remnants of sleep. I sighed under the steady stream, but then realization struck. "Shit," I muttered, touching my hair. I'd forgotten my shower cap. With a groan of annoyance, I finished up, dried my hair, and got dressed. Peeking into the room, I saw Ciel still asleep. I checked the time—11:00 AM. Looked like he didn't have a morning class. I, on the other hand, had one at 12:30, so I had to get going. I sent him a text letting him know I was leaving before heading out.

On my way to campus, I called my Aunt Judy to let her know I'd stayed over at Ciel's. She didn't ask too many questions, just reminded me to be safe. When I arrived, my phone buzzed with a message from Aries about a job. I declined. I was already planning on quitting—I'd reached my quota, and the boss wasn't taking me back anyway. Besides, I never liked private jobs.

After class, I realized I had left my notebook in the lecture room and hurried back. As I peeked inside, a voice behind me made me jump.

"You looking for this?"

I turned to see a tall guy with dark skin, dressed in a black hoodie, track pants, and a durag. He was handsome, I had to admit.

"Uh, yeah," I cleared my throat. "I left it inside."

He smirked, holding the notebook just out of reach. "How do I know it's yours?"

I sighed. "Check the name inside. I'm Akira Johnson."

"Mhm, and how do I know you're really Akira?" His teasing grin grew wider.

I rolled my eyes. "Bruh, I don't have time for this. Give me my damn book."

Laughing, he handed it over. "Chill, Ma, I was just messing with you. I already knew it was yours."

"Thanks. I got important notes in here."

"Damn, for real? Well, how about your number as a thank-you?" He leaned in slightly, his tone smooth.

I chuckled, shaking my head. "Nah, I got a man."

"Damn, for real? He's a lucky guy. What about friends, then?"

After a brief pause, I nodded. "Alright, friends."

"I'm Trey," he introduced himself as I handed him my number.

"How come I've never seen you in class?" I asked.

"'Cause you're always in your little world, paying attention to the professor."

I snorted. He wasn't wrong—I didn't talk to people much. My contact list barely had five names. My phone buzzed with a message from him.